<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487</id><updated>2024-10-06T23:06:23.692-07:00</updated><category term="Inspiration"/><category term="Learning"/><category term="frriendship"/><category term="men"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="romance"/><category term="women"/><title type='text'>Krishna&#39;s Creative World</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing my life ...................</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-530476545581991351</id><published>2007-05-07T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:14:53.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family problems?</title><summary type="text">Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot. The Indian man said to the American,&quot;You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven&#39;t even met once. We call this arranged marriage.I don&#39;t want to marry a woman whom I don&#39;t love...I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.&quot; The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/530476545581991351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/530476545581991351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/530476545581991351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/530476545581991351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-problems.html' title='Family problems?'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-646842240099678437</id><published>2007-05-07T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:11:34.477-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>Strength of a Man &amp; Beauty of a Woman</title><summary type="text">Strength of a ManThe strength of a man isn&#39;t seen in the width of his shoulders.It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.The strength of a man isn&#39;t in the deep tone of his voice.It is in the gentle words he whispers.The strength of a man isn&#39;t how many buddies he has.It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.The strength of a man isn&#39;t in how respected he is at work.It is in how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/646842240099678437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/646842240099678437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/646842240099678437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/646842240099678437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/strength-of-man-beauty-of-woman.html' title='Strength of a Man &amp; Beauty of a Woman'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-8590809193531877312</id><published>2007-05-02T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:09:15.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice poem by african kid!!!</title><summary type="text">When I born, I Black,When I grow up, I Black,When I go in Sun, I Black,When I scared, I Black,When I sick, I Black,And when I die, I still black..Black &amp; WhiteAnd you White fella,When you born, you Pink,When you grow up, you White,When you go in Sun, you Red,When you cold, you Blue,When you scared, you Yellow,When you sick, you Green,And when you die, you Gray..And you calling me Colored??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8590809193531877312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/8590809193531877312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8590809193531877312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8590809193531877312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice-poem-by-african-kid.html' title='Nice poem by african kid!!!'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-6498534676932441388</id><published>2007-05-01T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:29:46.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COdes Of Nokia,Sony Ericsson,Motorola,Samsung</title><summary type="text">SAMSUNG MOBILE CODESFor Checking the international Mobile Equipment Identity ( IMEI Number)Code is *#o6#For Battery Detail....Code is *#0228#Master Code Of Samsung Mobiles...or (unlock the set)code is *2767*2878#/*2767*7377#Test LCD contras.....Code is *#0523#For Checking Software Detail...code is *#9999#Nokia Codes18   *#73# Reset phone timers and game scores 19   *#746025625# Displays the SIM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6498534676932441388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/6498534676932441388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/6498534676932441388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/6498534676932441388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/codes-of-nokiasony-ericssonmotorolasams.html' title='COdes Of Nokia,Sony Ericsson,Motorola,Samsung'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-4687848971085757909</id><published>2007-05-01T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:21:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes On Mother</title><summary type="text">Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.Marion C. GarrettyA mother&#39;s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.Agatha ChristieMy mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.Mark TwainA man loves his sweetheart the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4687848971085757909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/4687848971085757909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4687848971085757909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4687848971085757909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotes-on-mother.html' title='Quotes On Mother'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-1815159873566805856</id><published>2007-03-28T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:11:27.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for Life</title><summary type="text">01. Give people more than they expect, and do it cheerfully.02. Memorize your favorite poem.03. Don&#39;t believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.04. When you say &quot;I love you&quot; - mean it.05. When you say &quot;I&#39;m sorry&quot; look the person in the eye.06. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.07. Believe in love at first sight.08. Never laugh at anyone&#39;s dreams.09. Love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1815159873566805856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/1815159873566805856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1815159873566805856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1815159873566805856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/instructions-for-life.html' title='Instructions for Life'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-3553507884841483583</id><published>2007-03-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:23:35.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to check and stop automatic mail send by virus through email program</title><summary type="text">Here&#39;s a computer trick today that&#39;s very important and ingenious in its simplicity.    As you may know, when/if a worm virusgets into your computer it heads straight foryour email address book and sends itself to everyone in there, thus infecting all your friends and associates.  This trick won&#39;t keep the virus from gettinginto your computer, but it will stop it fromusing your address book to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3553507884841483583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/3553507884841483583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/3553507884841483583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/3553507884841483583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-check-and-stop-automatic-mail.html' title='How to check and stop automatic mail send by virus through email program'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-4423578732426137447</id><published>2007-03-14T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:48:23.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUR BATAO</title><summary type="text">Guess we all r suffering frm it..Conversation between 2 Orkut Friends:fr1---hellofr2---hifr1---hey h r u???fr2---m fine!!! Wht abt u???fr1---m fine toofr2---coolfr1---so howz life??? fr2--gudfr1--hmmmmfr1--aur batao? ( passing the ball to the other side)fr2--hmmm everything as usualfr2--so wht else???fr1--nothing muchfr2--okfr2--aur batao? ( passing the ball to the other side) And it goes on like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4423578732426137447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/4423578732426137447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4423578732426137447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4423578732426137447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/aur-batao.html' title='AUR BATAO'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-858712662629561295</id><published>2007-03-12T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:40:17.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough</title><summary type="text">An old lady tottered into a lawyer&#39;s office and asked for help in arranging a divorce. &quot;A divorce?&quot; asked the unbelieving lawyer. &quot;Tell me, how old are you?&quot; &quot;I&#39;m eighty-four,&quot; answered the old lady. &quot;Eighty-four! And how old is your husband?&quot; &quot;My husband is eighty-seven.&quot; &quot;My, my,&quot; said the lawyer, &quot;And how long have you been married?&quot; &quot;Next September we will complete sixty-two years.&quot; &quot;Married </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/858712662629561295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/858712662629561295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/858712662629561295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/858712662629561295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-8152159016315969417</id><published>2007-03-12T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:21:54.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Quotes</title><summary type="text">In every pain there is tremendous opportunity for overwhelminggain! Use it to your advantage!-------------Kent Nelson&quot; To err is human, to forgive divine.&quot;-------------Alexander Pope&quot; Make your own destiny, Don&#39;t wait for it to come to you,Life is not a rehearsal!&quot;-------------Source Unknown&quot; Life is like a piano --- what you get out of it,Depends on how you play it.&quot;-------------Source Unknown&quot; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8152159016315969417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/8152159016315969417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8152159016315969417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8152159016315969417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-quotes.html' title='Funny Quotes'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-503027774785929260</id><published>2007-03-10T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:34:38.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONESTY IS STILL THE BEST POLICY</title><summary type="text">Once a general manager wanted to test his people who had come from all over India, about their values of life.  He announced that in their seminar folder, there is PVC pouch and in it there is a seed. When they return , they must put it in a good soil in a pot and look after it very well. He would hold a competition in the next year&#39;s seminar and that the best plants would be awarded suitably. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/503027774785929260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/503027774785929260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/503027774785929260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/503027774785929260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/honesty-is-still-best-policy.html' title='HONESTY IS STILL THE BEST POLICY'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-3910482695532090323</id><published>2007-03-10T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:27:44.848-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frriendship"/><title type='text'>Friendship, the most precious harmony</title><summary type="text">When the clouds cover the blue skyAnd the light has difficulties to shimmer throughWhen you are brought back to yourselfand consider in what to doWhen the rain flushes you downWhen the water makes you almost to drownWhen the blanket of darkness wraps you so, that you cannot breath anymoreWhen you hold down your head,and can not see the skyWhen your tears trouble your sightthen it is so good to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3910482695532090323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/3910482695532090323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/3910482695532090323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/3910482695532090323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/friendship-most-precious-harmony.html' title='Friendship, the most precious harmony'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-1570608250878698652</id><published>2007-03-09T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:42:58.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISCES MAN &amp; WOMEN</title><summary type="text">PISCES MAN He is very emotional and always allow himself to be very emotional. He can have a good night sleep and be in a good mood, and less than few hours at work he can be very moody. He does not understand things or try to understand things easily. If you notice him carefully, you will notice what kind of moods he is in. He is a thinker and able to do well at work and always succeed. His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1570608250878698652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/1570608250878698652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1570608250878698652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1570608250878698652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/pisces-man-women.html' title='PISCES MAN &amp; WOMEN'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-1199469844195774309</id><published>2007-03-09T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:37:09.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Wealth and Success</title><summary type="text">A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said &quot;I don&#39;t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.&quot;  &quot;Is the man of the house home?&quot;, they asked. &quot;No&quot;, she replied. &quot;He&#39;s out.&quot;  &quot;Then we cannot come in&quot;, they replied. In the evening when her husband came home, she told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1199469844195774309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/1199469844195774309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1199469844195774309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1199469844195774309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-wealth-and-success.html' title='Love, Wealth and Success'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-6213015206320177798</id><published>2007-03-07T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:13:07.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Twisters</title><summary type="text">Let&#39;s Twist Our Tongues!!! Lets see if you can repeat them 5 times in a row without having a slip of your tongue! Its Funny! If you understand, say &quot;understand&quot;. If you don&#39;t understand, say &quot;don&#39;t understand&quot;. But if you understand and say &quot;don&#39;t understand&quot;.How do I understand that you understand? Understand! I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6213015206320177798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/6213015206320177798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/6213015206320177798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/6213015206320177798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/tongue-twisters.html' title='Tongue Twisters'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-8275495556142547216</id><published>2007-03-06T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:15:42.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD</title><summary type="text">Two men went fishing. One was an experienced fisherman, the other wasn&#39;t. Every time the experienced fisherman caught a big fish, he put it in his icechest to keep it fresh. Whenever the inexperienced fisherman caught a big fish, he threw it back.The experienced fisherman watched this go on all day and finally got tired of seeing the man waste good fish. &quot;Why do you keep throwing back all the big</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8275495556142547216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/8275495556142547216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8275495556142547216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8275495556142547216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/god.html' title='GOD'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-7114652172949108650</id><published>2007-03-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:15:06.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhyming Couplets</title><summary type="text">A local newspaper (in England) ran a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line... but the least romantic second line.Here are some of the entries they received. My feelings for you no words can tell,Except for maybe &quot;go to hell&quot;    Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,  the sugar bowl&#39;s empty and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7114652172949108650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/7114652172949108650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/7114652172949108650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/7114652172949108650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/rhyming-couplets.html' title='Rhyming Couplets'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-5273520136844486160</id><published>2007-03-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:01:22.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><summary type="text">When life&#39;s a struggleAnd the world gets you downJust remember the oneWho turned your life aroundWhen you think no one caresAnd no one could understandHe will be here waitingJust to hold your handWhen you feel so neglectedAnd you feel so aloneYou feel so unwantedIn every fiber of your bonesRemember the oneWho told you he caredThe one who promised youTo hold you when your scaredRemember the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5273520136844486160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/5273520136844486160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/5273520136844486160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/5273520136844486160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-4393312528232694834</id><published>2007-02-10T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:33:52.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day Wallpaper &amp; Cards 1</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4393312528232694834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/4393312528232694834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4393312528232694834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4393312528232694834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-day-wallpaper-cards-1.html' title='Valentine Day Wallpaper &amp; Cards 1'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJbFvRELjYcqPMjYT_61XL4PKHk0xxwoBusoArp__z5bSvWfQ6f4eZgpQgBA3GM_JBcrS06fMP9loJjSMeeRDqHsq0Ya7bdK9ip8rj2WC1i4Re96VLx-10EWzTEHvHVTWK5KSO/s72-c/www.interesant.net_021.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-1472970005008079577</id><published>2007-02-08T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:42:17.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s Love</title><summary type="text">If you love some one because you think that he or she is really gorgeous ....then it&#39;s not love .. it&#39;s    &quot;Infatuation&quot;     If you love some one because you think that you shouldn&#39;t leave him because others think that you shouldn&#39;t ... then it&#39;s not love.. it&#39;s   &quot;Compromise&quot;     If you love some one because you have been kissed by him ... then it&#39;s not love.. it&#39;s   &quot;Inferiority complex&quot;     If</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1472970005008079577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/1472970005008079577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1472970005008079577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1472970005008079577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-love.html' title='That&#39;s Love'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-4487927144115734605</id><published>2007-02-08T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:52:22.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Drive People Crazy</title><summary type="text">If you talk to two persons - one who has never felt love, and other who is deeply in love, you will find them talking in a very different way. If you ask a person who has never loved about what he/she felt about the other&#39;s talk, the answer will be- crazy!Is it true? Does love drive one to madness? It may not be madness as understood by psychiatrists, but a madness of emotions. Is that right? Why</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4487927144115734605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/4487927144115734605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4487927144115734605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4487927144115734605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-drive-people-crazy.html' title='Love Drive People Crazy'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-302926556004463629</id><published>2007-02-01T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:52:22.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to realize</title><summary type="text">To realizeThe value of a sisterAsk someoneWho doesn&#39;t have one.To realizeThe value of ten years:Ask a newlyDivorced couple.To realizeThe value of four years:Ask a graduate.To realizeThe value of one year:Ask a student whoHas failed a final exam.To realizeThe value of nine months:Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.To realize The value of one month:Ask a motherWho has given birth toA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/302926556004463629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/302926556004463629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/302926556004463629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/302926556004463629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-realize.html' title='How to realize'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-4339195075550208367</id><published>2007-01-23T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:34:51.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Eyes</title><summary type="text">Your wonderful heavenly eyesYour gaze makes me turn to iceBefitting only for the diceEnjoying every bit like rice.The look, as it staresMakes me look at the starsAs they beam so linearIn the heavenly arena.Will I be able to cope?For how long will I hope?Maybe it&#39;s all a &quot;scope&quot;?I thought as I answered, &quot;nope&quot;.The heavenly eyesMakes me squint like miceThough tiny like a host of liceIndelible is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4339195075550208367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/4339195075550208367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4339195075550208367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/4339195075550208367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/heavenly-eyes.html' title='Heavenly Eyes'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-1673315320692975181</id><published>2007-01-22T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:37:21.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother&#39;s Sacrifice</title><summary type="text">My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1673315320692975181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/1673315320692975181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1673315320692975181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/1673315320692975181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/mothers-sacrifice.html' title='A Mother&#39;s Sacrifice'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20609487.post-8088404383281247262</id><published>2007-01-19T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:04:01.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD THE MAKER</title><summary type="text">Everything that we see around us,God made it for us.God made the sky and the land,God made the sea and the sand.God made the plants and the trees,God made the birds and the bees.God made the hills and the rivers,God made the beautiful flowers.God made the sun to give us heat and light,God made the moon to brighten the sky at night.God made the twinkling stars,God made us as we are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8088404383281247262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20609487/8088404383281247262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8088404383281247262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20609487/posts/default/8088404383281247262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewebbrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-maker.html' title='GOD THE MAKER'/><author><name>Bala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924311742138381994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7485/2072/320/laptop2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>